'What sort of work ?' 'Local preacher's.' Paula moved her lips discontentedly.
'That is your way of telling me to mind my own business.

Don't you find the sun dreadfully hot, Annabel?
Do please row into a shady place, Mr.
Egremont.' His way of handling the oars showed that he was no stranger to exercise of this kind.

His frame, though a trifle meagre, was well set.

By degrees a preoccupation which had been manifest in him gave way under the influence of the sky, and when it was time to approach the landing-place he had fallen into a mood of cheerful talk--light with Paula, with Annabel more earnest.

His eyes often passed from one to the other of the faces opposite him, with unmarked observation; frequently he fixed his gaze on the remoter hills in brief musing.
Mr.Newthorpe had come down to the water to meet them; he had a newspaper in his hand.
'Your friend Dalmaine is eloquent on education,' he said, with a humorous twitching of the eyebrows.
'Yes, he knows his House,' Egremont replied.